Lying under the blanket of stars,I see so much more.I see myself riding the horse past the full moon On a clear starlit night. I see the possibilities of tomorrow, Shining bright.I see myself running alive amongst those yellow daffodils, With the joy bursting forth.

Listening to the waterfall, Gushing right outside my windowI hear so much more.I hear the sounds of happiness,A melody that’s rare.I hear the song of the wind, Distinctive in my ears.I hear tomorrow calling for me toTake a step.One step.

Feeling the sense of completeness overtake me,I feel so much more.I feel the need to smile without a reason.I feel the need to let go of all the digressions. I feel the need write.I feel the need to write,with the essence of my soul as the ink, And my life as the paper.I feel the need to bleed with my wordsAll over the blank canvas of time.

There also stands the gloomy house of Night;ghastly clouds shroud it in darkness. Before it Atlas stands erect and on his head and unwearying arms firmly supports the broad sky, where Night and Day cross a bronze threshold and then come close and greet each other.